I was burdened by the concept of loss last night; people killing people.
I asked the holy spirit to teach me how to pray.
"Dear.. God.. " With an overwhelmed heart, I cried tremendously until 2:00am.
Sometimes words fail, and tears are the only expression left.
The Lord reveals his heart briefly so that we can have a type of compassion that spurs us to pray more, seek his face more, wrestle with questions, and allow ourselves to be touched by him. When this happens, our bodies respond in a way that we don't always understand. The presence of God is something so unexplainable, but I want more of it. Every day, I want it more.
My husband reminded me that one day, God "will settle the disputes between people. People will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore" -Isaiah 2:4. I look forward to that day.